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outrageous, on the face of it, because he had no right whatsoever to punish me, but I was incapable of resistance and followed him meekly into the team room. He pulled down a basketball net where it was attached to the wall and gave me a ball. There was a spot marked on the floor, which he pointed to as he spoke.
    ‘Shoot from there, and watch out for the ceiling.’
    I was completely and utterly useless, as I’d known I would be. Even without Jemima giggling and making sarcastic remarks I’d have been useless. Even without the prospect of a spanking if I failed I’d have been useless. As it was I hit the ceiling, the wall, and even managed to throw so far short that the ball hit the floor first, but I connected with the basket just six times out of twenty and got it through only once.
    By the eleventh shot I was already due my spanking, but they made me carry on to the bitter end, when I hung my head in defeat as I turned to Hudson. Jemima was giggling and jumping and down in delight at the prospect of my punishment. She spoke up before the ball had even come to rest.
    ‘Let me do her, Hudson, please! I’ve always wanted to spank her, and she never lets me.’
    ‘I’m your aunt, Jemima!’ I pointed out.
    ‘Who cares?’ she answered. ‘Pippa spanks you, and anyway, you’re not my aunt, you’re my mum’s cousin.’
    ‘Yes, but—’
    ‘Yeah, I think it might be fun,’ Hudson interrupted me, ‘but I don’t want to miss out, so let’s see.’
    He took two of the chairs from the dressing tables, setting them out on the carpeted end of the room, face to face. I knew the formula, and waited, trying not to sulk as they sat down with their knees interlocked, making a broad lap for me. It looked odd, with Hudson and me so much older and fully dressed, while Jemima was stark naked, but that just made the fact that I was the one about to be spanked all the more humiliating.
    ‘Come on, over we go, Auntie Penny!’ Jemima taunted.
    I went, tight-lipped and blushing with embarrassment as I laid myself in position across their legs, but unable to deny my soaring arousal. If I live to be a hundred I’ll never get over the embarrassment of a bare bottom spanking, but that has never stopped it turning me on, just the opposite.
    ‘Dress up!’ Jemima said happily, suiting action to words as she flipped my summer dress up on to my back.
    ‘Titties out, I think,’ Hudson added, tugging my dress higher still.
    ‘Oh yes!’ Jemima agreed. ‘I know she’s got no bra, the little slut.’
    I was forced to lift my body to have my dress adjusted, but as my breasts were exposed I found it impossible not to respond to Jemima’s remark.
    ‘That’s rich coming from you when you’re running around stark naked, Jemima.’
    ‘Don’t be cheeky,’ she answered, and slapped me across the seat of my panties. ‘There, how does that feel, with your titties hanging out?’
    ‘Humiliating,’ I admitted.
    ‘But not as humiliating as this, I bet,’ she answered, and she began to pull my knickers down.
    I didn’t answer, because I couldn’t. The lump in my throat was too big. That is always the strongest moment for me, when my knickers are pulled down and my bottom laid bare for punishment, no matter how hard I’m spanked or what humiliating details are added, and now it was being done by my own niece. To make it worse I could see myself in the mirror, my bottom looking huge and round in the tight white cotton panties, and then coming slowly bare as she took them down, exposing my full, pale cheeks with my hairy pussy showing between my thighs and the pink spot of my bumhole just visible between.
    Jemima giggled to see me bare and made a final adjustment to my panties. Then they began to spank me, taking turns. From Jemima it stung, but every slap of Hudson’s enormous hand jammed me forward and made me gasp for air. It was at least slow, until they changed tactics and began to smack a cheek each, which soon had me wriggling